Steve and I were cleaning machines this weekend. Our normally clean and organized place is now spotless, sparkling and smells like Lysol (clean linen scent). I love it. The Dyson is also the greatest machine ever invented (and the best wedding present ever - thanks, Robbie and Shannon). Sometimes I use that vacuum just for the hell of it. Our carpets don't even need it and I'll whip out the Dyson just to hear the whir and watch it work (and to chase Luke).We went out to dinner with our parents last night to celebrate the future grandchild. Why on earth everyone is convinced it will be a girl is beyond me - I'm crossing my fingers for a baby Steve. Obviously I'll be happy no matter what and just pray for a healthy baby, but I've always imagined having a boy first. Steve prodded me to share some names that we (me, mostly) like but I really don't feel like sharing that. I don't necessary want to know how people feel about the names I like - if I like it, I'll use it... and I don't want to constantly think about how somebody thought it was odd. When our baby is born, Nicolas (our nephew) will be barely a year old and Ethan (my cousin) will be almost two-and-a-half. It would just be cute to add another boy to the mix. My mom's side of the family has almost all baby girls, so Ethan needs to be rescued. Also, through many great Nestie recommendations I think I have found my new OB (or at least the practice I'll be seeing a lot of for the next 7+ months). Score!
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